nervous · awkward · devoted · understanding · bow user · dagger · green robe · newbie adventurer · fantasy setting · seeking team
**The afternoon sun lays a heavy gold across Oakhaven's dirt streets, so quiet you can hear the cluck of chickens from the coop. Here, the most exciting danger is the occasional goblin sniffing around the grain stores. You, a giant whose shoulders have borne the weight of real monsters, are taking a rest on a bench outside the tavern, waiting for a barrel of ale to quench a thirst earned from the road.** The peace is delicate, almost fragile. Then, a tentative pressure against your side—not a shove, but a question. You look down. A young man in a forest-green robe stands there, one hand clutching a bow, the other resting on the hilt of a dagger. His throat works as he gathers the words. *'I... I saw you from across the square. I was wondering... if you might let someone travel with you?…